Page 147 of Fixation
The stethoscope’s earpieces are fixed in his ears. His lips pressed into a fine line.
“Quiet.” He’s back to lifting my thigh.
He’s positioning something between my thighs.
Another foreign object is being pushed into my sex.
A round, cold surface that I’m familiar with. The chest piece of his stethoscope.
“You can’t—” My breath hitches as he slides it over my walls, pressing it to them. “You can’t do this. Your stethoscope is inside me.”
“I said quiet.” Thecrackof his hand on my ass is harsh. He’s disciplining me, as if I’m an unruly patient. The way he’s looking at me, with his brow low and a reproachful glare, solidifies it. He has every right to do it. I want him to do it. “That means you aren’t allowed to make a sound, Miss Arlington.”
I twist my head as far as it goes to look at the outline of his cock. He’s hard. Big. Dampening his sweats.
He’s aching for me.
And he doesn’t let me get lost in him. He yanks me back to the present moment, back to the filth of what our reality is.
Anderson shoves the stethoscope deeper. Skimming it over the wet, soft parts of me. Desire shoots through me, lighting me every nerve ending.
His eyes narrow. His biceps flex as he works to hold one of my legs up. While he searches for something inside me.
I’m not sure what makes me hotter, his sinful exam or his cock jerking.
“Desperate,” he concludes, pulling the stethoscope out of me.
Our gazes lock. He doesn’t so much as blink when he sucks the wet diaphragm into his mouth.
He’s obscene and mouthwatering as he licks it, ignoring my small cries of, “Please, Anderson. Dr Maguire. Please.”
He pops the stethoscope out of his mouth, but only when it suits him. Slowly, he removes it from around his neck and discards it on the cart.
“Now that we’ve established that desperation is your diagnosis.” The sight of the syringe sends a spark of fear through me. He talked about fucking my ass, but no, not this. Not this. “I’m going to put this back in your pussy.”
It’s humiliating, how relieved I am. How grateful I am that he’llonlybe putting it in that hole.
The most humiliating part, though? I liked having it there.
“Such a good girl.” A few inches in, and Anderson stops. Curses under his breath.
He’s held on to his control as much as he could, but it’s slipping. My heart gallops at that. Anticipation overrides my common sense.
“Squeeze your thighs for me, kitten.” Calling me that instead of Miss Arlington is another sign that he’s about to break. Ourgames are messing with his head as much as it destroys mine. “That’s it. My good girl.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, clenching my thighs as hard as I can. I’m shaking, wanting. Eager for his praise. Praying he won’t lock me up in here. Wishing that he would. For a little while. “I’ll do anything so you don’t hurt me.”
“Is that so?” He frees his cock from his sweats, fisting it in his large, elegant surgeon’s hand.
“Yes.” This need I have for him, for his cruelty, it goes against my better judgment. Against my will to survive.
“You’ll stay there and take it. You’ll learn to behave.” Having him spit on my ass should disgust me. It has the opposite effect. “While I fuck your tight little hole.”
I’m too small, I want to tell him.
But I’m too late.
Anderson has lost what little patience he had. Cold lube squirts on my hole, and I yelp.
